Bite The Needle

Part 10: B for...

"Sorry about that," Linda said cooly.

Tyson arched his deep brown eyebrow at her,"Likewise," he mumbled.

Ella stood there, her back turned, gently placing her ipad back on Linda's desk.

"Ms. Tipton," Linda said prompting a response, with her translucent hazel eyes filled with worry.

"Yes," Ella said cordially turning around and running her long hands across her skirt, as if it had been wrinkled.

"What were you doing," Linda sighed tensely.

"Oh just messing with your pens," Ella mumbled before staring deeply up at the white lacquered ceiling.

"Are you alright," Linda asked cocking her head to the left.

"I'm not exactly sure, but hey look we're twinning," Ella said, her voice peeking a horrid decimal.

"What?" Linda asked.

"Our ipad cases are the same," Ella said pointing to the tablet she'd just sat down.

"Oh wow yeah!" Linda stuttered.

"#akward" Tyson yelled aloud and as if triggered Ella immediately burst out into laughter.

"You don't seem well, are you sure you're alright," Linda spoke nervously, moving her foot back and forth across the deep purple rug.

"I think I'd just like to go home," Ella said taking a deep breath, "I'm fine with the studio arrangement, I'll call you."

"Alright, get some rest," Linda said patting Ella's back as she stepped out the door,"text me later?"

Ella allowed Tyson to grab her purse and escort her out, without uttering a solemn word to Linda.

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"Oh yeah wow! Bleh!" Tyson said, "she so knew that wasn't her, like she is so busted, like I would've backhanded her faster than Janet ran off stage at the super bowl."

Ella allowed herself to rest into the grey leather before she let clear tears evade her face.

"Hey, don't cry your girlfriends a klepto, it's okay just get her to see a specialist, she still loves you or maybe she just loves your stuff but either way it'll be okay!" Tyson said patting her hand.

"No it's not, she doesn't love me at all don't you see she's married to my ex, and I was so stupid I didn't get the picture," Ella spoke softly, "she was playing me like a fiddle and I guess I was out of tune."

" Yeah with reality, and common sense but it isn't your fault, it's only human that we all want unconditional love, you just wanted it so bad it blinded your judgement, it isn't your fault she's a little white liar with cinderella eyes," Tyson lectured in his somewhat smooth voice with his hand outstretched to her hand.

"It was a mistake."

"We all make mistakes, it's best to learn from others mistakes, however, it's easier to learn from our own," Tyson stated calmly stroking the back of Ella's soft hand.

"I just never get anywhere, I overcome, I try to be invincible you know, but I'm not and I knew better than to let her in, Ella said with mascara stains dripping down her chin,"I built this wall so I'd never get hurt and I just wanted to have fun so I unlocked the gate and she came in and-"

"It's okay to let people in, it's normal, duh #humanbeings."

"No, no I let Liz in and she just hammered at the bricks me, and I let Linda in and she started to unstack them, and unknowingly I let both of them in at the same time,so basically I'm destroyed, a pile of rubble and ruin, Linda paused for a moment,"They have my designs, they have my designers, they have my ideas, everything she knows the password to everything now cause they're all the same. What's the point, I'm gonna be dead in 6 weeks, I'm just gonna die, -"

"Come on you spend years being a ruthless emotionless bitch and now you're going to let to pretentious little assholes come in and unbuild you, bitch you made yourself without them, so honey you can rebuild yourself, build a taller and tougher wall and get some snazzy computers do some background checks, you know rig it up with some ADT, like no burglars gonna even try to get past Ving Rhames. Then next time you can scan that bitch and make sure she's not married to thing one or thing two, like no cat in the hats, and make sure she can cook like you don't need no green eggs and ham," Tyson rambled on loudly waving his hands around.

"You are too much," Ella spoke softly.

"But you love it."

"Uh huh, sure," Ella giggled, "but you're right, fool me once shame on them, fool me twice off with there heads."

"Woah, woah, woah! Slow your roll now, Mrs. Red Queen let's not jump down the rabbit hole before we pray, revenge is not the answer."

Ella immediately stopped crying, as she raised her hand to her afros and pulled down her purple sunglasses.

"But life's multiple choice isn't it, I'm just gonna take an educated guess and choose B."

"Why not A, for awesome, or C for caring, and calm," Tyson nodded while flashing his colgate smile, not at all at peace with the idea of Ella and Revenge.

"No, B is almost always right, B for bitch!" Ella said while grinning maliciously.

"B for beautiful maybe?" Tyson suggested, wiping his other hand on his jeans. This was becoming highly scary for him.

"B for bad blood," Ella smirked.

"Holy Hell they really didn't know who they were screwing with," Tyson stated.

"Sure they did, the best fucker in town, you know it takes to bitches to tango," Ella said smiling brightly.

"Someone call the doctor, cause I'm pretty sure you hit your head, cause you are not stable by any means, didn't your mama tell you to stop jumping on the bed, aha, yeah," Tyson said jerking his hand off of hers.

"Oh by the way, that reminds me" Ella took a deep breath,"We need to drive to Athens."

"Why?" Tyson asked.

"My mother just died," Ella stated cooly.

"Wait what, when did you find that out?"

"Just a few minutes ago when I unlocked my ipad, my brother imessaged me," Ella summarized.

Tyson put his seatbelt on, "Whens the funeral?"

"Tomorrow," Ella said pulling out her makeup bag.

"So soon, damn shouldn't ya'll make sure she's actually dead before you shove her in a coffin," Tyson responded.

"It's best to put fresh chicken in the oven," Ella laughed.

"Um, did you just refer to your mom as poultry?" Tyson asked alarmed!

"Why not, she smoked all that shit, so she's well seasoned," Ella laughed, while combing her eyelashes with mascara in the rearview mirror.

"More like B, for bipolar," he mumbled under his breath as he set his sights through the window.

Enjoy the side pic, Ving Rhames from the ADT Commercial// this was honestly just a filler just wait till the next chap...mmm tears,memories, and some steaminess..who's shipping Ty and Ella?

Stay beautiful bitches,

lots of,

Zoeyxox